.

MY 9/11 DIARY

I neglected my crying alarm at 4:00am to still curl back under my cover clothes. Nope i am not one of those who grumble about work on a Monday.

FYI my work is fun and flexible. I take like 30 pictures in all the fine corners of the office first minute of my arrival before i continue the rest of my blogging day sourcing for stories, tweeting and sort.

While from home i can have my speaker volume tuned to the highest and it is work on the go for me.

Here i am working on my phone with a sprained neck though, (see how flexible i am talking about)

On this day, i was a little bit skeptical about going to work cos i was knocked down with a terrible flu. I eventually got my shit together and made for work. My silly colleagues told me i could have stayed put at home rather than sneezing my shit up and down.

I signed out at 4:45pm and decided to act my age not to fight Yemi and Ufoma for stuffing me in the middle of the taxi back seat. Last i remembered was hearing a screeching sound at the Lekki Ikoyi bridge, next we had a big banging hit behind us.

At the point of contact, my already aching head resonated like a hundred times more while we rumbled and rolled in the car. “What is going to happen to us…?” I managed to think.

To think that my bitter mother would mourn again after the demise of my sister, warm tears streamed down my blood shot eyes. I chanted uncountable Alhamdulilahi(s) cos the accident could have been worse than that.

People would weep and scream!!! At the end my name would only remain in memories. Sa’eedah Imam.

I left the accident scene in another taxi, had a hot bath, downed a nice bowl of Eba and Vegetables. I went to the hospital to be checked. 2 shots of the needle down my small yansh and another one on my arm for tetanus. I strolled back home and called it a night.

I woke up with intense pain on my neck and a caption about the accident staring at me on Linda Ikeji’s blog. (it dawned on me that i was indeed in a car crash)

I knew those peeps there weren’t playing with their phones when my helpless self had access to about 6 websites on my laptop down in the glass crumbs. Una try well well.

This made me share the exclusive story with you on here though the writer was fair enough.

Daily i pray to reference my Maker in all my plans cos i do not own my life…..somebody thank the Lord for me! #LivingTestimony.

Post navigation

7 thoughts on “MY 9/11 DIARY”

Awwwwn….. the 1st thing that crossed my mind was that Biggie was going to Run mental out the otherwise happened to you….. I immediately thought of the good times spent with you, and I couldn’t stop thanking GOD for sparing your life….. live long Saheeda …. you know we(Biggie and myself ) love you plenty????

I can’t stop giving God all the glory for sparing ur life…..I can’t imagine (what will Iya Beji do *jeeez* ko ni funny and I can’t imagine myself looking at pictures for remembrance *olorun maje* God I say thank you once again for keeping my sister o, don’t worry when will see we will sure drink to it ehn(origin), your Atinuke is sending her regards too oo saying my yellow mummy will always be fine Insha Allah